profmcgonagal
February 17th, 2005, 4:38 pm
DE is short for Dead End
You think by being bad,
You are cool,
But in reality,
You are the fools.
Everyone knows good
Wins in the end
So have fun while it lasts
Your conclusion will be fast.
Worthier still is our goals
And blood is courageous in its righteousness
Anyone worth their salt will see
That sticking up for a snake can never be
For just as he makes your might
If you don’t please him, he smites
He will not honor you for your loyalty
He just uses you and let’s you be.
If power is what you want,
Best to seek it for what is not
In his code of chivalry
Is a mask of mean history
He did not stick up for his croons
He just left them dead cold
For all your words and mean demeanor
Your are all just a bunch of puppy tails
Wagging your tongues and saying your peace
Are your really happy in your reality?
What courage does it take?
To bring down others in your wake
If you were courageous, loyal and true
You’re wasting your time for the likes of Voldie #2
He died when Harry vanquished his lot, this new one is weak
He is not strong
He’s relying on you to do his work,
And if you get caught, he will not care
He’ll go to another to get his way
So what are you doing?
Do you really trust this demonic demon from the earth?
Or join us in Griffindor!
*******************************************
Ides of Spring
All around the birds are singing joyfully the song of spring.
Berries and blossoms have vivid shades of pinks and magentas.
Crisp spring air is mingled with the smell of prairie grass.
Daffodils are in full bloom.
Every flower is ejecting its scent into the air making a small heaven on earth.
Fragrance of pine is drifting in a nearby forest.
Gulls soar and fl over the open bay, in the clear blue sky.
Hue of dew lay forgotten in the grass, glistening like diamonds.
Intricate cobwebs smother the lawn, in which lives the spider.
Jumping rabbits are scattered around the forest floor.
Kicking their back legs behind them as they run the baby deer jump for joy at the new day.
Low above the horizon the sun makes his journey to start the makings of sunny day.
Majestic mountain ranges stand tall and strong, turning shades of purple and blue.
Nestled in the branches of the tall trees are nests with eggs, with the promise of becoming adults.
Open ranges lay out flat while stallions run helter skelter over the range.
Pecked holes in trees show a pattern of a skilled redheaded woodpecker.
Quails with white tails jog in little lines around the earth strewn with pine needles.
Round, fat chipmunks with white stripes down their backs scurry around the dirt of the dense forest collecting fallen berries for the winter.
Squirrels run down the branches of trees and climb up trunks, making chuckling noises to each other.
Tiny insects crawl on the grass and moss looking for new homes.
Under the sky, life begins yet again for a new day to start.
Volatile vultures circle around in the sky looking hungrily for food.
Wandering around the grassland the buffalo graze slowly.
Xian solders stood like these trees in the forest, so straight and dignified.
Yellow buttercups are grazed upon by deer and their fawns.
Zenith of life continues as day-by-day goes by.
************************************************
Him
I sit alone in this tree
For I don’t want the company
In my sweet solitude
I can sigh as I pleaseAnd wonder when this heartache will cease
My cheeks are sticky and wet
While the Frown on my face is set
The sunlight is retreating but my tears are not
There is a lump in my throat and my stomach’s a Knot
The branches hide me from view
Just like I want them toFor now the sun has worked it’s way out of sight
Usually it’s this kind of dark that would cause my Fright
But tonight is not an ordinary night
Because even if there is no light And there is no moon at all
I know that he is still here on this night in fall
****************************************
Limerick
There once was a woman named Faye
Who said words I’d rather not say
For when the tea came
(And its such a shame)
It fell in her lap, where it then lay.
*********************************
Original # 2
I sat on the sandy shore
Watching the waves roll in
And the water sparkle in the moonlight
The breeze was a gentle and comforting friend
Enveloping me in its warm arms
And the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and night queen
Thatched huts stand modest on the grassy hills
With the brightly colored curtains flapping in the wind
And the bonfire flickering its greeting to me
A child with a cup in hand came running
His hair was that of an upside down mop
And he said, as he came up to me, “Chai memsahab”
*************************************
Quiet Poem
Silence…
Is time standing still as the dawn comes
And the monarch on my finger.
Is Watching the robin’s egg crack open slowly
Creeping
Among the darkness of the night,
Something creped around.
Someone that would give you all a fright.
He wasn’t at all tall,
But yet he wasn’t big.
In fact, he was the shortest murder of all.
Tip toeing down the hall,
There was noise to the left.
Alas, music playing the ball.
The grand ball was being held,
In a large room where people danced,
And children ran and yelled.
The old man was probably up in his bed.
With the candle snuffed out,
As he nodded off, resting his head.
How to get up there,
Yes, how indeed?
How to get up to the old man’s lair?
The squat man slipped his cloak around him,
Creeping around in the shadows.
Making sure not one beam of light touched a limb.
There, that was done,
He checked his pocket for the bottle,
The one that seemed to weigh a ton.
Once he was up the creaky stairs.
Had gone down the candle-lit hall,
He noticed the walls with it’s many tears.
As he examined the rips in the ancient wall paper,
Loud groans could be heard in the room at the end of the hall.
Groans that started out loud and began to taper.
So he crept over to the door,
Over to the old man.
Who was now on the floor.
He was clutching his heart with one gnarly hand,
Tossing and turning with the room growing hot.
The only source of coolness was the turning wood fan.
And soon all was calm,
Except for the rushing of maids,
And doctor, named Tom.
The squat man hid behind a bureau
The doctor hunched down next to the old man.
The man that regarded this doctor as his hero.
Seconds that seemed like hours passed,
Then the doctor looked up and shook his head.
The old man had died at last.
You think by being bad,
You are cool,
But in reality,
You are the fools.
Everyone knows good
Wins in the end
So have fun while it lasts
Your conclusion will be fast.
Worthier still is our goals
And blood is courageous in its righteousness
Anyone worth their salt will see
That sticking up for a snake can never be
For just as he makes your might
If you don’t please him, he smites
He will not honor you for your loyalty
He just uses you and let’s you be.
If power is what you want,
Best to seek it for what is not
In his code of chivalry
Is a mask of mean history
He did not stick up for his croons
He just left them dead cold
For all your words and mean demeanor
Your are all just a bunch of puppy tails
Wagging your tongues and saying your peace
Are your really happy in your reality?
What courage does it take?
To bring down others in your wake
If you were courageous, loyal and true
You’re wasting your time for the likes of Voldie #2
He died when Harry vanquished his lot, this new one is weak
He is not strong
He’s relying on you to do his work,
And if you get caught, he will not care
He’ll go to another to get his way
So what are you doing?
Do you really trust this demonic demon from the earth?
Or join us in Griffindor!
*******************************************
Ides of Spring
All around the birds are singing joyfully the song of spring.
Berries and blossoms have vivid shades of pinks and magentas.
Crisp spring air is mingled with the smell of prairie grass.
Daffodils are in full bloom.
Every flower is ejecting its scent into the air making a small heaven on earth.
Fragrance of pine is drifting in a nearby forest.
Gulls soar and fl over the open bay, in the clear blue sky.
Hue of dew lay forgotten in the grass, glistening like diamonds.
Intricate cobwebs smother the lawn, in which lives the spider.
Jumping rabbits are scattered around the forest floor.
Kicking their back legs behind them as they run the baby deer jump for joy at the new day.
Low above the horizon the sun makes his journey to start the makings of sunny day.
Majestic mountain ranges stand tall and strong, turning shades of purple and blue.
Nestled in the branches of the tall trees are nests with eggs, with the promise of becoming adults.
Open ranges lay out flat while stallions run helter skelter over the range.
Pecked holes in trees show a pattern of a skilled redheaded woodpecker.
Quails with white tails jog in little lines around the earth strewn with pine needles.
Round, fat chipmunks with white stripes down their backs scurry around the dirt of the dense forest collecting fallen berries for the winter.
Squirrels run down the branches of trees and climb up trunks, making chuckling noises to each other.
Tiny insects crawl on the grass and moss looking for new homes.
Under the sky, life begins yet again for a new day to start.
Volatile vultures circle around in the sky looking hungrily for food.
Wandering around the grassland the buffalo graze slowly.
Xian solders stood like these trees in the forest, so straight and dignified.
Yellow buttercups are grazed upon by deer and their fawns.
Zenith of life continues as day-by-day goes by.
************************************************
Him
I sit alone in this tree
For I don’t want the company
In my sweet solitude
I can sigh as I pleaseAnd wonder when this heartache will cease
My cheeks are sticky and wet
While the Frown on my face is set
The sunlight is retreating but my tears are not
There is a lump in my throat and my stomach’s a Knot
The branches hide me from view
Just like I want them toFor now the sun has worked it’s way out of sight
Usually it’s this kind of dark that would cause my Fright
But tonight is not an ordinary night
Because even if there is no light And there is no moon at all
I know that he is still here on this night in fall
****************************************
Limerick
There once was a woman named Faye
Who said words I’d rather not say
For when the tea came
(And its such a shame)
It fell in her lap, where it then lay.
*********************************
Original # 2
I sat on the sandy shore
Watching the waves roll in
And the water sparkle in the moonlight
The breeze was a gentle and comforting friend
Enveloping me in its warm arms
And the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and night queen
Thatched huts stand modest on the grassy hills
With the brightly colored curtains flapping in the wind
And the bonfire flickering its greeting to me
A child with a cup in hand came running
His hair was that of an upside down mop
And he said, as he came up to me, “Chai memsahab”
*************************************
Quiet Poem
Silence…
Is time standing still as the dawn comes
And the monarch on my finger.
Is Watching the robin’s egg crack open slowly
Creeping
Among the darkness of the night,
Something creped around.
Someone that would give you all a fright.
He wasn’t at all tall,
But yet he wasn’t big.
In fact, he was the shortest murder of all.
Tip toeing down the hall,
There was noise to the left.
Alas, music playing the ball.
The grand ball was being held,
In a large room where people danced,
And children ran and yelled.
The old man was probably up in his bed.
With the candle snuffed out,
As he nodded off, resting his head.
How to get up there,
Yes, how indeed?
How to get up to the old man’s lair?
The squat man slipped his cloak around him,
Creeping around in the shadows.
Making sure not one beam of light touched a limb.
There, that was done,
He checked his pocket for the bottle,
The one that seemed to weigh a ton.
Once he was up the creaky stairs.
Had gone down the candle-lit hall,
He noticed the walls with it’s many tears.
As he examined the rips in the ancient wall paper,
Loud groans could be heard in the room at the end of the hall.
Groans that started out loud and began to taper.
So he crept over to the door,
Over to the old man.
Who was now on the floor.
He was clutching his heart with one gnarly hand,
Tossing and turning with the room growing hot.
The only source of coolness was the turning wood fan.
And soon all was calm,
Except for the rushing of maids,
And doctor, named Tom.
The squat man hid behind a bureau
The doctor hunched down next to the old man.
The man that regarded this doctor as his hero.
Seconds that seemed like hours passed,
Then the doctor looked up and shook his head.
The old man had died at last.